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"It feels good," You reassure him and meet his intense gaze. Blue is restraining you but it takes restraint for him to be patient when all he wants is to taste your sweetness, taste what's his. The hard bulge in his pants is evidence of just how badly Blue wants you too.

"Yeah? Doesn't hurt? I wouldn't wanna hurt my pretty little thing," Blue purrs in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin and sending shivers down your spine. The urge to touch him is strong but there's little you can do with your arms bound together behind your back.

"No, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Good."

Blue grabs more rope and pulls back slightly, taking in the sight of your beautiful, naked body, the way your lingerie suits your complexion so well and the vulnerable look in your eyes as you trust him to restrain you like this.

"You're being such a good girl for letting me do this, you know that, right?" Blue praises you because he knows damn well that just a sprinkle of praise makes you squirm. It's amusing.

His words go straight to your core. Smooth and sweet like honey. The brand new panties you're wearing are getting soaked and you're just getting started.

Suddenly his hand comes up to your throat, squeezing lightly and he tilts your head. "What do you say to that?"

A wave of heat washes over you. Blue can be so sweet and caring but at the same time he can get dominant and rough. It's hard to predict what you'll get but it always feels good. He knows exactly what he's doing and when he takes control, it's easy to let him lead you.

"Thank you," You thank him for the praise and feel a little flustered.

"Good girl," Blue smiles and kisses your cheek softly, while his hand is still on your throat, his palm gently resting on your chest.

"On your knees," Blue commands and pulls your arm, helping you up. It's a bit challenging when you can't use your arms. Once you're kneeling on the queen sized bed, Blue begins to wrap rope around your torso, expertly tying knots and focusing on your breasts that are hardly covered by the lace lingerie. The rope squeezes your curves gently and creates a beautiful display. He's so focused, making sure that everything's perfect.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, sugar. You won't remember your own name by the time I'm done with you," Blue promises, making sure to tease you plenty before he actually touches you where you need him most.

"Mmm..." A moan escapes your lips just at the thought of what will happen soon. Patience is key but it's getting increasingly more difficult to wait.

"You're gonna be a good little slut for me, aren't you?" Blue asks and suddenly brings his hand between your legs. His fingers caress the wet lace panties, making you squirm.

"Yes, Blue!" You pledge eagerly, feeling another wave of arousal as he calls you his slut. It's a strange thing, how he makes that word feel good. There's something about him that makes you want to act like never before, hornier than ever, more eager to please than ever...

"Yes, what?" Blue smirks. He withdraws his fingers from your panties, not giving you too much yet. Then he ties a knot around your waist and brings the rope down to your thighs.

"Yes, I'll be a slut for you," You tell him and feel a tingly sensation as you have to say the words out loud. It's a little bit humiliating but damn it feels good.

"Atta girl," Blue smiles and pats your thigh.

Once your torso and thighs are decorated with ropes and knots, Blue guides you onto your stomach. He extends your legs towards the bedposts and caresses your calves.

"Tell me what our safeword is," Blue demands as he kisses your legs, peppering kisses down toward your ankle. He feels proud as he notices the nail polish you've chosen, looking all pretty for him.

"Red. Red means stop," You recall and shiver as his tongue traces the curve on your calf. The desire to feel him inside you is so strong that it's clouding your thoughts, especially all rational ones.

"That's right," Blue nods and gently bites your ankle, making you writhe against the silky bed sheets. Blue pulls back and finishes tying your ankles to the bedpost. Then he admires the sight of you in this first position - belly down, arms tied behind your back, legs pulled apart and tied to the bed while rope squeezes your curves in all the right places.

"Can you move?" Blue wonders while caressing you, now feeling your ass, being gentle for now. He's making you ache for it.

You try to move, tugging against the rope. It's pointless though, as your arms are securely together. It's a vulnerable moment but trusting him turns you on beyond comprehension.

"No, I can't."

Blue chuckles as he sees that you're completely helpless, at his mercy. He's waited for this for so long, to have you all to himself. He's sick of waiting, sick of everyone else thinking they have a chance with you. Tonight he's gonna ensure you don't forget who you belong to.

"You're so fucking stunning," Blue praises you, "All mine, all mine. All tied up and mine."

He swats your rear suddenly, making you flinch. "Oh!" You yelp and bite your lip, feeling a sting on your skin yet it feels nice. You tense up, expecting him to spank you again.

"Oh, you like that?" Blue teases you and spanks you again, this time on the other cheek. He can smell your arousal and see it dripping past the lingerie that barely shields your sweet core from his hungry eyes.

"Yes! Mmm.. thank you," You nod and make sure to thank him for each smack, wanting to stay in his good graces tonight and avoid punishment - although the thought of being a brat and seeing what happens is a dangerously tempting idea.

"Such a good girl," Blue chuckles darkly. He kneels between your spread legs which you can't really see, as you're face down against the mattress. You instinctively try to turn around to see but the ropes keep you in place.

"No peeking," Blue tells you and swats your inner thigh. Then his face gets closer between your legs, his hot breath landing on your skin.

"Please touch me," You pout pathetically.

"Oh I will," Blue promises and spreads your folds. He pulls the panties aside, finally exposing your wet and needy core. "So wet..." He mutters proudly to himself.

Then finally, finally, Blue licks a stripe up your slit. It feels like heaven after waiting for so long.

"Mmm..." Another moan escapes you, eyes rolling to the back of your head. All you can focus on is his tongue lapping up your juices, his hands digging into your curves and the rope keeping you still. You clench your hands because you wanna squeeze something but are unable to.

Blue inches even closer, not afraid to get dirty. His tongue teases your entrance a few times but then he settles on your clit, licking the sensitive bundle of nerves in a teasing manner. His nose brushes against your folds while he eats you out, making you melt into the mattress. He's gonna make you fall apart embarrassingly quickly.

Blue grabs your thighs tightly, making sure you can't even think about moving or wriggling away from his mouth. His lips close around your throbbing clit, sucking it in a way that shoots white-hot pleasure through your body.

"Ah fuck!" You cry out and try to squirm, but you can't. It's impossible to avoid the intense pleasure that's attacking your clit.

Blue pulls back, only to use his fingers on that sweet spot instead. "Swearing already?" Blue asks, sounding a bit disappointed.

"Ohh... sorry! Feels so good..." You mewl and bite your lip. It's hard to think straight when he's rubbing your clit hard and there's no way to escape the blissful torture.

"You want more?" Blue wonders and playfully slaps your clit, enjoying how that makes you gasp. He does it again a few times, not too hard but enough to make you lose control.

"Yes please Blue, I need you inside me."

"Oh really?" Blue tilts his head and just watches your reactions, enjoying the impatience. He keeps rubbing circles on your clit without giving you what you're asking for.

Fuck, this man. He's driving you crazy.

"Need you in my pussy," You whine again, hoping that he'll grant you this wish if you're more vulgar and direct.

"You've gotta tell me who it belongs to first," Blue insists. Without being able to see his face properly, you just know he's smirking.

"It belongs to you! You.. only you!" You cry out, going mad as he plays with your sensitive button. There's a warm, intense feeling deep in your abdomen that has you shaking in the restraints.

"That's what I like to hear. Good girl," Blue sounds so pleased with himself. He licks his fingers, tasting your sweet juices again. Then he pushes his index finger inside your eager hole and watches in awe how it sinks in with ease.

It feels so damn good. Blue immediately searches for that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Another finger plunges in and he rubs against that familiar spongy spot, scratching an itch that he's created.

"Ohh Blue!" You gasp and curl your toes, struggling against the rope as the pleasure builds within those walls and deep in your belly. Suddenly, it feels like you're gonna come and hard. You hold your breath in anticipation, letting the orgasm build up.

"Fuck, baby... you're taking my fingers so well," Blue groans, getting insanely turned on by watching your pussy swallowing his fingers repeatedly. His other hand comes up to rub your clit again, hard.

"Ahh! I'm coming! I'm coming..." A cry slips past your lips as pleasure attacks all your nerves down there. It feels a million times more intense than usual as you physically can't move and you're forced to feel everything.

While your walls are still throbbing, Blue pulls his fingers back and dives right back in between those sweet, wet folds. His tongue begins to lap your arousal, both driving you even further over the edge and feeling like a soothing balm on your clit after coming.

"Ohh.." You pant out while Blue pushes his face into your cunt, getting all messy as he drinks your nectar. He's like a man crazed. He can't get enough. It just further arouses him when you cry out and try to wriggle away from the attack of stimulation. It's like he's pouring gasoline into an already burning flame.

"Blue I can't-" You pant, yet refrain from using a safeword. By now, your brain feels like pudding. You know you enjoy it, you want more but you're so overstimulated. All that leaves your mouth is pure blabber and you know that you can take the heat.

Blue pulls away though, lips and moustache wet with your juices. He's panting and so damn proud of himself. He pats your ass gently and gets up on his knees, still situated between your spread legs.

"You taste so good, honey," Blue purrs as he begins to remove his clothes, starting with loosening his tie. Once it comes off, he leans over your back, coming up to kiss your face. "You look so pretty when you're tied up and coming all over my fingers."

His praise only intensifies the pulsing in your walls as you're recovering from that mind-blowing orgasm. It's like Blue has a spell over you, making you feel good with just words.

"Thank you," You manage to mutter while catching your breath.

"Lift your head," Blue tells you surprisingly softly. As you do as told, he wraps his tie over your eyes, blindfolding you. He's careful while tying it behind your head, not wanting to do it too tight or get it tangled with your hair. Once you're unable to see anything but darkness, it adds another layer of intensity to it all. Your pussy misses him already as you wonder what it'll feel like when you can't see nor move.

"Is this okay?" Blue wonders and caresses your cheek.

"Yes."

"Good girl," He whispers in your ear, "I'm going to fuck you now, gonna take my time with your sweet little pussy."

Blue throws his dress shirt away, along with this belt and pants. As he pulls down his boxers, his cock slaps up against his abdomen with how hard he is right now. It almost hurts how hard he is, the tip leaking with pre-cum that you unfortunately can't see.

"Please Blue," You whimper, "I need you so bad. Need you to fuck me."

"Oh sweet girl," Blue laughs and positions himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip along your slit a few times to collect the wetness as lube, "I'm gonna fuck you okay? Gonna make sure you know who you belong to."

"I'm so wet and it's all for you," You insist, so horny that you no longer feel shame, only the desire to be good for him. Whatever it takes.

"Aww, that's right," Blue nods and pushes the tip in, spreading your hole so deliciously but then - he pulls out. "You're mine."

With that, he sinks into you fully. His length eases inside with the help of your wetness, making both you and Blue gasp in pleasure. It feels so good to finally be like this. Blue squeezes the sheets so hard as he tries to remain in control instead of ravaging you instantly.

"Oh baby, you take me so well," Blue moans and looks down to where his dick is disappearing into you. He takes a few slow thrusts, making sure you're good. Judging on your sweet sounds and the smile on your face, he's good to go.

"Oh! Yes..." You gasp as Blue picks up the pace. His chest presses against your back and he holds onto your shoulder and the ropes as he fucks into you. With each thrust, his breath lands on your neck, sweat builds between you but neither one cares.

"That's right! Yeah, see how this pussy was made for me?" Blue grunts, losing himself in the pleasure. Your walls squeeze him just right.

You'd answer if you could but now all you can think about is the intense sensations between your bodies. The sound of his cock using your wet hole fill the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Unable to move or see, you get to just take it and wander in the pleasure. Somehow, being tied up is what makes you feel so sexually free.

Blue groans as he fucks you harder, chasing his own high. His hand slides up to your neck, squeezing slightly. Even when unable to see, you can feel his dark gaze on you, admiring your expressions as he fucks you. The way your lips part when moaning, the way you're glowing right now... "You're so pretty. My pretty girl," Blue growls in your ear and applies slight pressure to your neck, yet it feels oddly comforting, allowing you to melt under his touch.

By now, you're so wet that his thick length slips in and out of you without any trouble. Blue feels this as well and it allows him to go harder. He laughs a little as he feels this level of arousal from you. It's one of the hottest things he's ever experienced and he's so proud he can get you to this point.

"Fuck!" Blue moans and rests his forehead against your shoulder. He pushes himself as deep inside as he possibly can and stills for a moment.

"Ahh..." You moan, feeling how your pussy stretches around his cock. It's an addicting feeling. You just want more, more and more.

"You feel what you do to me?" Blue asks and grabs your jaw, "Do you?"

"Yes, Blue, I feel it," You nod. His thumb caresses you lip, prompting you to suck his finger. It tastes like your own wetness.

"You're mine, baby," Blue whispers and he almost sounds choked up, "You know that, right?"

You nod again, swirling your tongue around his thumb. His cock is throbbing deep inside you, distracting you from the rest of the world. All that matters now is him, that you're his, that he's several inches deep inside you. Yes.

"I'm all yours," You mewls as he removes his thumb from your lips, caressing your face instead.

"My girl," Blue purrs and moves his hips again, fucking into you slowly yet staying deep inside. "I'll be damned if anyone tries to touch what's mine."

"Ohh," You breathe out softly as your walls throb around him. It feels so good you want to cry. "I just want you!"

"Just me?" Blue smiles, somehow feeling a bit teary eyed. He feels such a strong, possessive feeling over you that it's overwhelming, soul-consuming almost. He hates sharing what's his.

"Just you," You promise and try to buckle your hips, only to remember that the ropes are keeping you in place. They won't budge.

Blue pulls back momentarily. As he pulls out, you whine at the loss and the empty feeling. He reaches down to one of your ankles and undoes the rope. Then he grabs your ankle and rubs the spot that the rope tugged against. Blue bends your leg up and groans as he sees your ass and slit when your leg is up like that.

"Fuck, you look so good, like a temptress," Blue tells you and gets closer. Now that only one of your ankles is tied to the bed, he can move you a little bit more freely. Blue lies down on his side and pulls you closer. He pushes himself back inside you and hooks his own leg over yours.

"Need to tie you up more often," Blue says between thrusts. He bites your shoulder, making you cry out.

"Yes! Please, please, please..."

"I'm gonna turn you into my good little rope bunny," Blue growls in your ear as his thrusts get harder and harder. His hand wraps around your throat, just holding onto you there without restricting your breathing.

Blue's other hand finds your clit. He's close so he wants to make you come all over his cock.

"Blue!" You whine loudly as he flicks your clit while fucking you. He pulls the tip out and pushes it back in, repeatedly because he knows that's what drives you crazy.

"You like that?" He asks smugly while seeing the evidence, as each time he pulls out, your wetness spreads over your thighs and the sheets.

"I'm gonna...oh fuck!" You curse, no longer caring about proper language at this point. You try to squirm, to escape the intense sensations of how quickly this orgasm is building but to no avail. Blue shoves his cock deep inside you and rubs your clit faster, aiming to make you scream and fall apart.

"Come for me," He commands, not changing anything about what he's doing, just playing with your clit just the way you like it while his cock keeps you feeling full.

That's all you need to hear.

You see stars as your second orgasm engulfs you, making your entire body tense up. You tug against the ropes while you rock it out, feeling such intense pleasure between your legs that your legs tremble from the strength of it all. Naturally, you're trying to move, to avoid getting overstimulated, but that is impossible right now.

Blue curses under his breath as he feels how tightly your walls squeeze his dick as you come. The grip is so strong that he's sure he'd struggle to pull out if he tried.

"Fuuuuck Blue!" You scream as he keeps thrusting after only letting you recover for a short while. He's awakened each and every nerve down there and they're on fire. With each thrust, he pushes you closer to the feeling of squirting. It's a deep almost tingly sensation that only Blue manages to make you feel. The pressure builds quickly.

"Take it!" Blue groans and squeezes your hip. He grabs one of the ropes around your waist and pulls you down on his cock, meeting his thrusts.

"I'm gonna squirt..." You warn him, feeling overwhelmed with all the pleasure he's tormenting you with.

"Yes, honey. Squirt all over my cock, be a good girl," Blue sounds completely lost in lust by now. He's just encouraging you while he chases his own high.

"Mmh, gonna make a mess," You whimper and moan pathetically.

Blue just laughs, "go ahead, baby. I don't care. I don't care how messy we get. I want that."

He slowly rubs your overly sensitive clit again and bites your shoulder. Blue moans deeply, revealing just how close he is, holding on by a thread. Once you fall apart under his touch, pussy clenching around his dick while your wetness soaks the sheets, Blue can't hold back anymore.

"Oh! Baby..." Blue groans and slams his hips against your ass. Then he buries himself as deep inside as physically possible, stretching your entrance even further. His balls tighten and you can feel how they're pulsing as his cum fills you up. A smile spreads on your flushed face as you feel the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"My god..." Blue whispers as ropes of cum keep shooting into you. You try to wiggle your hips despite the restraints, teasing his sensitive cock as he cums.

"My good girl," Blue whispers and goes limp against you for a while. His leg is still hooked around your and now he wraps his arms around your bound upper body. Hands caressing the skin underneath the tight ropes.

It surprises you when Blue pulls the tie away from your eyes, letting you see again. His nose nuzzles against your cheek and you turn to face him with a sleepy yet satisfied smile. Everything feels like paradise right now but something tells you this night is still young.

"You did so good for me," Blue purrs proudly and kisses your cheek tenderly, "I'm so happy you're mine. I won't share you, baby..."

"You don't have to worry, Blue," You reassure him with a voice barely louder than a whisper. Hell, you're sure your heart is beating louder than your words right now.

"I'm so tired of sharing, so tired of people even looking at you like you're available. They're pigs," Blue mutters, almost in a grumpy way. His hold on you is possessive yet comforting, wanting to stay close while enjoying the high of your shared orgasms. He's never been this emotional with you before though.

"You're the only one for me," You promise and take a deep, satisfied breath. His cock is slowly softening inside your wet folds.

"Mine," Blue whispers and kisses your lips gently. Then he pulls out carefully, making sure to watch as his cum slowly drips out of your fucked out hole. "So pretty," He purrs, enjoying the sight. Blue spreads his cum around your pussy, making sure to touch your sensitive clit while you're still tied up.

Eventually, Blue recovers and he begins to untie you from the ropes. For now, at least. He might be rough, cruel even, but he cares in his own way. He doesn't want you to get hurt by leaving you tied up for too long.

With each knot that he unties, Blue rubs your skin, especially the faint marks left by the ropes. He kisses your wrists as your arms are finally released. One by one, the ropes come off and he throws them on the floor.

"How are you feeling?" He needs to know, being genuinely sweet with you. Only with you. Blue never thought he could care about someone the way he cares about you - and that makes him dangerous. He knows how fucked up the world is so he wants to shield you from it. Tie you up and make sure you won't get in harm's way.

"I feel amazing," You promise and roll around to face him, wanting to cuddle. It genuinely feels like paradise, to be so fucked out yet blissful. Blue makes you feel safe because you know he'd protect you from anything.

"That's what I like to hear," Blue chuckles happily and caresses your face a few times, "You look so good, smiling, glowing from sex, with my cum dripping from your sweet little hole..."

"Blue..." You whine, his praise getting to you.

"What? I'm just being honest."

You stretch your legs and arms, getting used to the feeling of being unrestrained again. Then you hug Blue, not caring about the fact that you're both a bit sweaty and sticky. Definitely in need of a shower or a bath.

"I think that we have to try this again," You tell him excitedly.

Blue's eyes widen with surprise, "Oh? Does my little bunny like getting tied up?"

"Yeah, it felt incredible," You purr and caress his dark, short hair. Blue is a sucker for getting caressed, as he always leans against your touch. So needy despite the tough act he puts up at times.

"Maybe next time I'll tie you up," You suggest playfully, knowing damn well that Blue enjoys getting dominated as well.

"Oh, naughty," Blue sounds surprised yet very interested in your suggestion, "I would love that, baby."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!! If you did, your reblog would mean the world to me 💗 I was tempted to write something where Blue was tied up but I guess I'll have to do that another time :)

You are so worked up with the day’s full program that before the alarm goes off, you jolt awake of your own accord.

You fumble for the clock by your bed, heaving a deep sigh for the 15 minutes you are never going to get back.

Jonathan stirs behind you, his arms snaking over your torso under the covers, as he nuzzles his wiry beard into the crook of your shoulder, sighing heavily himself.

He adjusts to the new position, nestling his morning wood right along the valley of your buttocks, rubbing his semi against your plump cheeks — either on purpose or just subconsciously trying to get comfortable.

Whatever it is, that insignificant contact has gotten you all riled up now. You burrow your heated face deeper into the pillow, teeth worrying your bottom lip as you, ever so subtly, back yourself up to him, rutting your arse lazily against his hardening bulge.

You haven’t had sex in weeks, months even, if you care to count. Is it any wonder that you’re so easily turned on these days?

In front of you, your hand trails under your slip dress to your pussy, two fingers caressing along your folds to gather slick, before they twirl around your clit in slow, concentric circles to the rhythm of your canting hips.

Jonathan, who is very much as worked up as you are, responds to you accordingly, almost immediately. His arm tightens around your waist, drawing you flush against him — good morning, he seems to say wordlessly, as he nuzzles his nose into the back of your ear, nip-licking at that sensitive spot just below your earlobe.

Your mouth parts, hitching soft, kittenish gasps when his other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing gentle pressure at your angular jawline. Just enough to spur you on so your head falls back onto his shoulder, your fingers between your legs gathering pace.

His hips start rolling to your languid ministrations, his heavy-laden breaths growing dense, as he rubs his now rock-hard penis against your curved back. It’s delicious, feeling him like this — so visceral that you’re now jabbing your fingers into your cunt, mewling as your head swirls dizzy with the thought of his cock spreading you out and filling you up so full.

As if having read your mind, Jonathan grunts low, changing position once again — this time, flipping you over onto the bed and anchoring his heavier weight on you so agreeably you can’t do anything about it but surrender.

He looms over you, the sunlight filtering through the drawn curtains clinging to his salt-and-pepper curls all mussed. Beneath the deceptive halo, his darkened eyes dilate, watching you intently as you acquiesce to his every move. Writhing helplessly when he slides his cock along your very, very wet pussy. Sobbing impatiently as he teases your stimulated nub with his fat tip. Eyelids fluttering, mouth wide and groaning with pleasure when he shoves his entire length into your slippery hole in one smooth motion, bottoming out.

He drags his cock out of you, tediously slow — the tip settling right at the rim, before he thrusts back into you again. Once, twice, three times — knocking the breath from your lungs each time; just to get used to your heat enveloping him, just to allow you time to acclimate to the all too familiar stretch of his girth.

Then, he just — speeds up. Fucking into you in staccato brevity, rubbing abrasion along your walls. Yet not too deep — teasing stimulants in that interstitial space in your cunt, where it sets your nerve ends on fire. Touching you without even touching you there, where it aches for him so terribly.

Your fingers clench at his soft muscles, holding on for dear life; both of you huffing for each other’s next breath, as he chases after your highs like the devil is behind him — like there is no time to lose.

And, right on cue — right above your head, you hear the faucet turn on in the adjacent bathroom.

“Jesus,” you groan. “I told her not to leave the tap on when she’s bru— oooohhhh!”

You groan, when Jonathan’s thumb latches onto your clit, pressing quick, rough circles that match the shallow punches in and out of you.

Your body arches into him, whimpering — so loud that Ava can probably hear you over the running water.

Jonathan’s hand shoots up and clasps over your mouth.

“Shhhhhh…” his command jagged at his relentless pummels, and you have to bite down at his palm to muffle your cries.

That instead arouses him — his ridge catching on your fluttering folds so dreadfully it makes you gush even more, the lewd, squelching noise under the covers getting more pronounced with every pulverising hit.

He’s getting close. You can feel the urgency in his pounding as they get more resolute, and how he whimpers so pitifully — finally vocal as he noses the strap off your night dress, his moans sending shivers down your spine when he starts suckling at your breast, pebbling your nipple to a stiff peak under his wet strokes.

You are teetering on the edge yourself, teeth sinking into the slab of muscle across his shoulder, one leg curled around his thick waist, as you rut your cunt recklessly into him. The aggravating tension in your stomach twists tighter, your pussy quivering for an overdue release. It sucks his cock deeper, swallowing him whole as he pumps once, twice, three times — and cums inside of you.

You barely hear the faucet squeak off. You barely hear Ava’s tiny footsteps pad down the hallway to your room. Jonathan’s guttural groans fill your senses so completely, and his warm ejaculation fill your hole so abundantly — before they snap to an exclamatory halt when the door flings open; and he is throwing himself off you, his spunk spraying all over your stomach under the sheets as he huddles into a foetal position away from you.

You toss your arm over your eyes, heaving large gulpfuls of air where the penny hangs, too afraid to watch.

“Daddy — are you OK?” Ava’s voice edged with concern next to the bed.

You venture a peek from under your elbow to see her rearranging Jonathan’s tousled curls upon his bedhead, oblivious to her father’s hand still wrapped around his stimulated cock under the sheets — still cumming.

“Uhhhhh — not feeling too good, honey,” Jonathan croaks. “Think I got a uh — stomachache.”

You stifle your laugh at his rather ingenious effort to make it look like he is just rubbing his stomach, when he is still grinding his cock in his hand to finish up.

“But — who’s gonna drive me to school?” Ava asks, her bottom lip pouting dramatically.

You lower your arm with a sigh, smiling at the sweet child over Jonathan’s hunched form.

“Mummy will drive you to school, baby,” your voice coming out hoarser than you anticipated.

Heedless to say, your offer is enough to make her excited again. Your eyes widen when she jumps into bed, her foot missing Jonathan’s softening cock by a breath, as she leaps over him to your side of the bed.

You have to palm your hand over your crotch too to avert a potential disaster on your part.

“You sure?” Ava’s smile drops again when she’s had a closer look at you in the dimly lit bedroom.

She quirks a brow at your flushed complexion, laying the back of her small hand on your forehead; emulating the many times you did the same to her when she was feeling under the weather, or pretending to.

“You might have a fever, mummy,” she diagnoses with childlike confidence.

You shoot a sideway glance at Jonathan when you hear him smothering a chuckle into the sheets.

“Mummy’s fine,” you soothe, touching your forehead against Ava’s to prove that you are not feverish — also, because your hands are occupied for the time being.

“Can you make me blueberry pancakes too?” She mumbles quietly, fingers twirling timid spirals at a loose thread on the duvet.

“Of course, baby,” you brush your nose against hers until she giggles. “Why don’t you head on downstairs and bring out the ingredients — hmm? Mummy will be down in a sec.”

“OK!” Ava smacks a kiss on your cheek, and bounces back to Jonathan’s side for a quick peck on his face too. “Feel better, daddy!”

When her footsteps ebb down the stairway, Jonathan repositions himself next to you, cursing up at the ceiling.

“God, we’re terrible parents,” he mutters under his breath, a hand raking down his reddened face.

You snort, rolling over to kiss the round of his shoulder. Your hand slides up along his face, pulling him in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

You blink slowly, watching the flicker in his hooded eyes when you smear your slick-coated fingers across his beard, his hanging lips — the smell of your musky scent so pungent for the both of you to share.

“Your turn to do the laundry again, spunk boy,” you tease, already shimmying out of bed.

Before you can grasp for an escape, he flings his whole body over you, keeping you trapped under him once again.

“We’ll see about that,” he growls, his hand already slithering under the covers, thick, rough fingers bullying into your sensitive cunt without preamble.

“No, NO — Jonathan!” You rasp, your hand gripping at his working muscle with a flimsy attempt to stop him. “The door is open.”

“I’ll make it quick,” he reassures — his fingers wringing brutal, rapid squelches between your legs, his thumb on your clit strumming an amplified chord.

In a matter of seconds, a squirming heat climbs your body and breaks sweat through your pores, and you’re cursing breathlessly, brows pinched and nails scraping at the dishevelled curls at the nape of his neck.

“Mummy, come onnnnn!” Ava yells from downstairs, her voice travelling up the stairway into the bedroom.

“Just a sec, honey!” Jonathan answers on your behalf.

Then, in a lower, beastly tone that matches the mischievous glint shining in his dark eyes, a cocky grin curving his lips: “Mummy’s coming.”

He clamps his mouth over yours just as you tremble around his assaulting fingers, your drawn-out whine simmered to a stifled moan when the pressure crests in your stomach — and you’re finally squirting under the sheets, soaking through the mattress.

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